It's so painful! So hard! So difficult!

“What a mess.”

After complaining, he held the weapon steady, his eyes piercing the front. As the obstacles were broken by the enemy, he also pointed the front, and in the thick smoke, he said,

"Then it's time for me to mess around."

Building impact, special weapons, and news of crisis came to the poet from all directions. The old lynx's frown gradually relaxed.

Chapter 920 You Have to Kill One First

Then, he pretended to smile and asked the poet triumphantly,

"What? You don't seem panicked at all. Aren't you worried about your men?"

"They're not my subordinates, they're my companions. As for why I'm not panicking, your immediate superior may be able to give you the answer. There's no point in putting pressure on me from your perspective."

The poet placed his hands in front of him, leaned forward slightly, then stared at the screen and said,

"There's nothing you can do, Mr. Superintendent. No matter what tricks you use, they will handle everything perfectly and achieve inevitable victory."

This was the nth time that the superintendent had been humiliated. When he was talking to the poet, he could hardly raise his head. It made people wonder how long the old monster hiding under the mask had lived.

At this moment, his public intercom channel suddenly rang. He leaned in to listen, then exclaimed,

"what?!"

-

The situation in the frenzied dance hall was unclear. Many people had fallen to the ground due to Bai Lin's earlier impact. If they stopped dancing, the memetic weapon would naturally find them. The wealthy weren't as physically strong as Xiao Nuo, and a few of the weaker ones, having fallen, had no strength left to stand, leaving only a pool of blood and flesh.

As for those who stood up, their condition was not good either. They were afraid, but also more angry. More people joined the ranks of attacking Xiao Nuo - because at this time, Xiao Nuo seemed to have collapsed to the ground, unable to fight anymore.

To have been able to hold on to this point, perhaps she had already exceeded her limit. This was the saying, "I've done my best." But this wasn't a world where "just doing your best" was the norm. Now, she was at the mercy of others.

She fell to the ground, being yelled at, kicked and beaten by the wealthy people who rushed in from the front row. Most of them were injured, and they insulted Xiao Nuo crazily and poured out their fists and feet in anger.

"Why, aren't you very crazy?! Come on, stand up and hit me?!"

Xiao Nuo did not respond, but curled up in defense, his expression remained unchanged, staring at the other person with his vicious eyes. The terrified rich man stepped hard on Xiao Nuo's face and yelled,

"What are you looking at! Stop looking at me with those dog eyes of yours! From the beginning I felt like you were a mad dog. You can't be a real dog, right? Ah——"

In a flash, Xiao Nuo bit the opponent's calf with her mouth. She tore off a large piece of bloody flesh in an instant. The opponent fell backwards and fell to the ground, twisting wildly from the damage caused by the memetic weapon.

No one helped them, and it seemed that they had no awareness of taking care of each other. Xiao Nuo spat out the meat in her mouth, but her ferocity did not scare the other party away, but instead resulted in a heavier beating.

"What a dog! She bites people! Kill her, quickly!"

Qianhua seemed somewhat indifferent as she watched Xiao Nuo being assaulted. She seemed to have stumbled for a while during the previous attack, and blood was still seeping from her limbs and joints. Her breathing was weak and chaotic, and the dance steps she managed to maintain seemed as if she would lose her balance at any moment.

Come on...think of a solution.

As she thought this, she struggled to grab the glass next to her and smashed it on the bar, then stumbled towards Xiao Nuo. Even though she couldn't fight many alone, at this moment, if she could share a little more of Xiao Nuo's attack, that would give him a little more hope of survival.

But before she took two steps, she heard Xiao Nuo lying on the ground, shouting in an extremely hoarse voice,

"Go—ah—! Don't…come over here!"

Qianhua was stunned for a moment. Even at this point, the beaten figure didn't seem to want to get involved. Even if it was a situation where death was inevitable, he would bear it all by himself.

Sacrifice is never passive. Even in the most desperate situation, it must be decided by one's own will.

The glass in her hand shattered in her palm, slipped from her hand, and shattered into countless pieces. In an instant, she seemed to understand something, her eyes suddenly brightened, and she turned away and ran a few steps into the distance.

Xiao Nuo finally felt a bit relieved. She gradually closed her eyes amidst the waves of attacks.

Bang, bang, two gunshots rang out instantly. Then came the sounds of wealthy people falling down one after another. They bumped into others, and the two bullets had an unexpected effect.

Qianhua was seen kicking the gun up with his feet while dancing, then spinning and flying in the air, stretching his body in the air like a falling swan, holding the gun, aiming, and then shooting.

Xiao Nuo was stunned. She looked at the crowd around her who were being beaten back, and then looked at Qian Hua. Qian Hua maintained a low-frequency dance posture, and said while swaying,

"After dancing for so long, even if you're a newbie, you should be used to it by now. Since you can't shoot while dancing, why not incorporate shooting into the dance?"

"you……"

Xiao Nuo was about to say something, but unfortunately she no longer had the ability to speak a complete sentence.

The wealthy people who still had the energy to stand up stood up and continued to dance. They were of course aware that if they didn't deal with Qianhua, everyone's life would still be in danger. Even if they stopped now, they would still face the threat of death. They looked at Qianhua, and someone took the lead and shouted,

"Kill that woman first, or we'll all die!"

The offensive began a new round of outpouring. This seemed to be exactly what Qianhua wanted to see, and she smiled with satisfaction. Although the blood and messy hair made her look less pure than before, this smile was still refreshing - with a will as strong as steel.

There were seven bullets left in the magazine. He placed a replacement magazine on his inner thigh. But if he took that action, he was sure to be approached. He had to use these seven bullets to hold the enemy back as long as possible, then take the opportunity to pull Xiao Nuo to a safe area. In her current state, she could faint forever in this space at any moment.

She held her breath and concentrated, clearly feeling that her brain was becoming increasingly confused due to the loss of blood and the feeling of exhaustion, but she also felt as if she was more awake than ever before.

Just as she was about to begin her design, the music abruptly stopped. A strange feeling emanated from everyone, dissipating into the ballroom, leaving Qianhua startled. The next moment, a figure emerged from the ground. Our Bai Lin made a dazzling appearance from beneath the building. She stood still, her hands slightly outstretched. Her back looked resolute and reassuring.

Chapter 921 It should be just right

"Oh? You, the old Fu Dengs, are truly courageous and brave, daring enough to rebel like this. You've beaten my beloved apprentice like this. Do you know what fate you're facing?"

Bai Lin's expression showed no sign of anger; she was even smiling. It was impossible to discern her expression through her sunglasses. However, all the upper-class people in front of her were terrified. They felt as if they had seen the most terrifying monster in the world, appear before them.

Temptation, threats, pleas for mercy, all words and actions seemed to have lost their meaning. Their legs naturally collapsed and they fell to the ground. This was the only movement they could make.

Bai Lin put away his smile and picked up the seriously injured Xiao Nuo from the ground. Looking at the other person's unrecognizable face, he said softly,

"I'm sorry I'm a little late. You did great, get some sleep."

Xiao Nuo closed his tired eyes peacefully, and Bai Lin handed the other person's body to Qianhua's hands, then put his hands behind his back and stood in front of the bigwigs.

The security door slowly closed, and bursts of screams began to be heard from inside the bar...

-

"So, have they thought it through? In the end, are they going to agree to my terms or not?"

Images of the upper class being dismembered, their flesh shaved, their eyes removed, their ears shaved, yet still surviving, were transmitted onto the screen. Lynx became increasingly furious as he watched. He slammed the table in frustration and shouted,

"You have no intention of negotiating at all! We simply cannot agree to such unreasonable demands and threats as yours."

"Killing an equal number of important officials as the hostages, what kind of conditions are these?"

"Your superiors will know what the conditions are, Mr. Superintendent. Even important officials can be replaced, while others possess irreplaceable information."

The poet remained calm, wearing a mask, but poured herself a cup of tea in a relaxed manner. Then, she pushed it in front of the screen and said,

"Have a cup of tea. Now, they only need a cup of tea to give the list."

The mecha piloted by Bai Lin precisely wiped out a hideout seven kilometers away, the very location where the memetic weapon was deployed. Clearly, the Donut Warrior was also declaring that it had officially sided with the organization.

The search and rescue teams in the corridor had all been wiped out, and only some fragmented and inconsistent information was circulated, which could not be completely confirmed.

Coupled with the new footage, the government should have realized they no longer had room for trial and error. The longer they delayed, the greater the losses would be, potentially precipitating a final showdown, which was absolutely not their intention.

Soon, Lynx received the message. He was stunned at first, then said seriously,

"I understand."

In this way, he spread the order from above. The poet poured out the cup of tea casually and asked the other party,

"It seems that the results have been given over there?"

"Yes, it seems your wishful thinking is going to fail."

"Really? Why do I feel like it should be just right?"

In this back-and-forth, even at the end, the old lynx still couldn't win the other party in terms of momentum. The poet said the last sentence calmly and then closed the communication.

"Goodbye, Mr. Superintendent. I'll give you one last piece of advice. You may not have a chance, but take advantage of this time to go back and teach your children how to earn a living with their own hands."

The poet's image faded, and the live broadcast expanded to fill the entire screen. At the commander's command, a vast array of deployed equipment launched a simultaneous general attack. The screen suddenly ripped and shook, then filled with light. Then, only the wreckage of the building remained, along with the surrounding structures, as if it had been a dilapidated, shattered building to begin with.

The authorities did not give the poets a list of names, but chose to eliminate them along with the hostages they held. This was because once they compromised, the poets would gain more momentum, and they could incite more people to believe they could win and thus follow the poets and others.

Moreover, there are other reasons. This is beyond the lynx's understanding. Such attacks would also be a blow to the poet.

However, unfortunately, in an alley 13.7 kilometers away, Bai Lin was carrying a similarly injured body and walking in the alley at night.

"Put me down, I can almost walk on my own."

Although he was a head taller than Bai Lin, Ai Wen was carried on Bai Lin's shoulders. Even though he was seriously injured, he still protested.

"What nonsense are you talking about? No one saw it, so it's not embarrassing."

And Bai Lin answered like this.

Is it possible to catch the fortune teller by surprise?

-

In the bustling bar, the lights on the dance floor shone brightly. In the dim, chaotic light, Bai Lin spotted the target she was searching for. She gracefully entered the dance floor, extended her hand, and invited him in.

The poet, wearing something different from his usual attire that seemed to better match his overall attire, responded. With that, the two of them began to pace around the dance floor.

This was Jack Donkey's bar, with its dance floor and live music, but it wasn't exactly classy. Most of the people around were just casually dancing to the beat of the music. But these two seemed out of place, dancing in perfect harmony, evoking a '70s disco vibe. Their attire was also somewhat dated, as if they had stepped back in time.

As the song drew to a close, the two of them began to dance with increasing grace, their performance rising. At this moment, Bai Lin could not help but ask the poet,

"What's wrong, boss? Why did you suddenly come out and ask me to dance?"

It was obvious that this time it was the poet who made the invitation. The poet looked into her eyes, those moving red eyes, without a trace of mixed thoughts. And the words she spoke sounded calm and indifferent.

"You have something to say to me, don't you?"

Bai Lin couldn't help but smile awkwardly when she heard this. How many of her thoughts could she hide from the poet? She scratched her head and said,

"Although you know what I'm going to say, I still have to explain it a little bit. Were we a little too harsh on Xiao Nuo and the others today? In other words, is there a solution that is a little less severe, or can I just…"

Chapter 922: Like Potato Chips

"I believe you've always known the answer. I've said before that whatever is destined to happen will happen eventually, no matter how you act. So, all you need to do is trust in my arrangements."

The poet's words didn't mean to be scolding, and Bai Lin was clearly just as she said. She wanted to say "but", but when the words came to her lips, she didn't know what to say, and even with her stubbornness, she couldn't say more.

The poet took Bai Lin's hands and led her to dance.

"You must be confident and trust others. They can do it, too. They can follow the path they've chosen and complete it. After spending time with the Dark Knights, you've probably figured this out, right?"

"Hmm... yes, indeed. But it's mainly because of you. If it weren't for you, I don't think I would have been able to get along with them in such a short time. Not to mention that I won't let them take on things that are beyond their ability, they probably won't believe in me, the Holy Son who suddenly appeared."

Bai Lin seemed to have a very clear understanding of his own name. Those who knew it seemed to respect it, but to those who didn't know it, it was just an empty shell. The poet shook his head and replied,

"Maybe it will be slower, but you're the one who has their trust. I'm just helping. Even if I don't get involved, it's only a matter of time. You should also consider yourself more important."

"You too, poet, should relax a little. You haven't had any rest these days, have you?"

"..."

As the music got louder, the poet put his arms around Bai Lin's neck and whispered something in his ear:

"So what am I doing now?"

The ethereal voice and rhythmic music lingered in Bai Lin's ears. It was as if his eyes were filled with a dazzling array of neon lights, and for a moment he didn't know what emotion to express, how to find the words to express it. When he came to his senses, the two had already returned to their normal dance steps.

"That's it, it's good. Having you by my side, I can do what I want to do, and what I want you to do with me."

Indeed, this was a kind of rest. A poet's body doesn't tire, so it's only her mind that needs rest. In fact, when she's with Bai Lin, she doesn't get tired, but when she's working in a team, she might need to take some time off.

On the other side, on the high platform, our black-haired, long-haired guy in sunglasses was looking at the dance floor with a telescope. She quickly patted the shoulder of the brown-haired girl next to her and said,

"Oh my god, look, the boss is hugging the Holy Son!"

"Really? Where?! Show me the telescope!"

"You two...is other people's gossip so interesting?"

Alvin, who had recovered, sat aside and sighed as he looked at the two of them. Changmao, whose telescope had been taken away, turned around and said with a smile,

"How can this be your own gossip? You're here to read other people's gossip."

Ivan rolled his eyes at him and then went behind the platform. Jack Donkey, who was sitting beside him, quickly stood up and asked enthusiastically,

"Want a drink, buddy? Hey, I already told you! Just tell me what you want."

"Don't bother me, boss. He's just like that."

Changmao said this and continued to look at the dance floor. Qianhua, who was standing beside him, was also leaning on the railing, looking ahead with relish. Jack Donkey shook his head, walked to Qianhua's side, and asked,

"Little girl, you look so gentle and refined, do you also like bars?"

"Boss, what are you talking about? You don't look like the kind of person who would indulge in joy every day."

Indeed, apart from being quite enthusiastic, Jack the Donkey has basically nothing to do with the bar. He looks a bit weak and has no opinions of his own. It is hard to imagine how he can run this bar.

Qianhua glanced at the boss with a slight smile, then looked at the dance floor and said,